Sitting in the Silence

You look at me,

I look at you,

There's nothing either one of us can do.

We wait and wait,

for something better,

neither one of us wants to be the trend setter.

No one wants,

to speak up,

but if they took a close-up.

They would find,

we want to fix,

what our little lives depict.

Miserable and shamed,

to boot,

we wish we knew another route.

Some people say,

they're just like us,

but do they fight, and cry, and cuss?

About where their going,

how they'll survive,

without their life going on a tumultuous dive.

The next time,

I hear one of them,

going on and on about how their life's so condemned.

I know exactly,

what I'll ask, 

to see if their feelings I can unmask.

Do you ever find yourself out in crowds,

feeling as if you're the only one there?

Do you ever find yourself alone with your music,

because you think no one cares?

Do you ever find yourself ignoring the world,

because you think that they're ignoring you?

Do you ever find yourself on the computer,

even though there's no one to talk to?

And do you ever find yourself amidst the noise,

yet sitting in the silence?